My house lost electricity last night. For about 3 hours. It was nice. We lit lamps and candles and ate within their glow. No sounds but for the drumming of the rain on the windows. It’s amazing how silent a house can become when appliances are shut off.
I liked it. Lounging on the sofa, just beyond the dancing yellow flames, my four-year-old daughter lying in the crook of my arm, listening to the rain and the wind, unreachable, content, and longing to put the kettle on for a cup of tea.
“Of all modern notions, the worst is this: that domesticity is dull. Inside the home, they say, is dead decorum and routine; outside is adventure and variety. But the truth is that home is the only place of liberty, the only spot on earth where a man can alter arrangements suddenly, make an experiment or indulge a whim.” G.K. Chesterton